"In fact, we're planning to move hundreds of elves here, to restore these ruins and make them home again. You could help with that. Teach us how to care for the flowers, how to keep the spirits happy, and how to make this place thrive the way it did when you were tending it alone."
Kleela's expression brightened slightly.
"I could do that. I'm good at making things grow."
She stood up, revealing that she was maybe four feet tall, tiny even for a child, and delicate in ways that made Jorghan acutely aware of how easy it would be to accidentally harm her.
But she held his hand with surprising strength, and when she smiled, the expression transformed her face from sad and frightened to radiant.
"You won't eat me or throw me away after taking me to your place, will you?" she asked as she suddenly remembered something.
Nami's eyes filled with tears; she didn't bother hiding.
